Semicolon

I think I like,
the striking of feet,
in the night time,
when I'm all alone,
walking down a cold,
New York City block.
The loneliness is lovely,
and I become more whole,
by fooling myself;
in the lie of singularity.
I can never be lonely,
in the air, in the trees,
in your eyes; I recognize myself.

the drunken survivors laugh,
at how late it is,
and how home, they're not;

the relaxation of the next day.
I envy them,
those drunken porn stars,
those desperate men and women,
and things in between.

But we're all things,
and we are controlled by them;
like the tides to the moon,
like magnetism to the sun; we are

constantly fed the poison,
of pleasure.